Sanoja: Flop. Whenever You're Ready. Sorry Henry Maartens.

I recall the words you offered me
Full of hate and ridicule
Oh I remember everything you do

Spend your money on the flower seeds
The giant outer planets dwarf the world
And shade your everyday with circles

I will meet you there
With the face of a grown up on

My little head

And you will hold my hand just like before
You wasted away out of this world